While I was walking from my school this autumn afternoon something felt different, i guess it could be how I kept remembering about how I used to have fun at school with old friends but I'm not scared about finding new people to hang out with. As I was going home I got a call. It was my mother. She called me very anxiously. I kept hearing noises in the background — but I wasn't sure what were these noises—
" your dad got in a very bad car accident" my mom says. I can almost feel the grief in her voice and that just makes me want to perish into dust.
"What happened, how did he get into a car crash?" I kept asking. I tried to keep my voice calm but I knew I couldn't help it but break down while i was on the line with my mom. Although I tried to sound calm- for my mom. Because I knew if I was going to cry she would be grieving even more. Although my dad didn't pass away yet he was in a hospital, in a really bad condition.
. . . .
Days pass and I'm beginning to be more and more anxious about my dad. I feel pain inside me— but I don't feel pain physically, my mental pain is the pain that was created in me after that very sad event occurred. My mom was visiting him every single day, although his condition was getting better, I felt like there was something wrong going on with him. It just didn't feel right— was his condition really getting better..? The next day as I headed off for school I kept thinking about my dads condition. My brain just couldn't comprehend what happened the past few days. The school day passed and I got home to my mom stressed out. She got a call from the hospital and we urgently need to go there. As I walk into the hospital doors I instantly knew it was the last time I would see my dad alive. As I we check out his room we see him, lifeless— where did our fun, active and caring father go? I couldn't recognize him. He seemed very depressed, he knew these moments would be his last. As he farewelled us he told me:
"Stay strong for me, I will not truly die until I'm forgotten, I always loved you very much and I'm very sure you loved me too."
At that moment I broke into pieces— it was like the whole world went quiet, all these memories I had with him felt like they had just been taken away from me, just like that.
i didn't go to school the following days due to my fathers passing.
